24.01.2013

In the House of the Hangman 1207

One corner is
enough. There isn’t one / as the field bulbs go out. / Right nearby is a river.
/ Moon exhaustedness slow (BIG) /
slides lawns of earth under. / Moves paws, feet, nearby. When a spirit comes to
me / and frightens / and the weight on my chest / turns butterflies into desert
lands / and rivers flow through / arms to heart / shepherds … / No one sees me.
I am just here, / my foot a decoy for compassion … : and that’s when cowboy
hulk showed up. Riding the werewolf. Trailed by an undersized gmo spidervader
hybrid. All of them armed with lightsabers. But what commodity / have you to
show for / it? A breathless ease / that moans into a / gasp. Could it
have / been a decade ago? / You study the receipt. OK? Yah, we will do
that. I found a great recipe for borscht-nog with vodka and just
learned a new Russian folk song about drowning Stalin in the Volga. That’ll
take yer mind off yer maladies. The Performa Institute and NYU
Steinhardt are pleased to present Get Ready for the Marvelous:
Black Surrealism in Dakar, Fort-de-France, Havana, Johannesburg, New York City,
Paris, Port-au-Prince, 1932-2013. An eight pointed star in the color of Orula,
the Cuban Orisha who says fate is not enough, not even close, we have the right
to change our fate because really. I should have taken that magenta / Sky when
they showed it to me, / But inexplicably, I spent the money / And for others,
too, it would appear that / “Last year some three million passengers / On the
nation’s domestic airlines / Were left up in the air / After their planes
landed. / Perhaps the most amazing fact / About that statistic is that / It
represents progress / What no figures can reflect, however, is the cloud / Of
anxiety.” Messy paint on a bottle of cactus. Or, to quote Ted Berrigan, Queen
Victoria dove headfirst into the swimming pool, which was filled with blue
milk. I used to be baboons, but now I am person … I wish mountains could be
more appealing to the eye. I wash sometimes. I wish to exchange this chemistry
set for a goldfish please … Now I am
President of The United States. I can’t say much now on account of this
corroded connection, tonight, expect to find in the center of one of your
bedsprings the cataractous eye of a clairvoyant snake. It was like trying to
vomit one’s own shadow or on the soft surface of that baby’s belly, another,
duplicate face. Look at its little, spectral lips trembling and contorting — it’s
still so young — it’s trying to learn how to say boo. But Epicurus calls
this philosopher a mollusc, that one a strumpet, he didn’t want to save the
souls of only the “good people;” he wasn’t a man who ran with the right crowd,
and that is why I salute him here. I mean, Ms. Tabios attempts to collapse time
into a point of universal empathy as the reader is asked: “Who decides what kind of life and why? // What kind of / life and / Why?” It’s covered in decomp juice. Thus,
if the Firmament gave forth the sound of f, the Sun gave f an
octave higher up and the Moon gave f an
octave higher still. Saturn, Venus and the Earth gave g in these three octaves, and Jupiter, Mercury and the
Antichthon gave c in these
three octaves also, while Mars gave d in
the lowest octave by itself.

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